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Jun 17, 2011 02:15


Tricolour

America grinned down at the flag wrapped around his shoulders.

"You sure this is okay? I mean.... there's no way in hell I'd let you use mine for a towel."

France rolled his eyes, swinging round on his chair. "You've always been so sensitive about it."

"I'm just.... proud of it," he huffed, sitting down, cross legged. "It represents me."

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celes_grant June 17 2011, 00:54:57 UTC
I ♥ you. This was beautiful and adorable~

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